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"WHAA-"
Clover immediately sat up and surveyed for someone who attacks him. What he saw, was Morgan's right hand open palm and looking at him.
Morgan then stood up and turned his back on him and said.
"It's already night and you haven't had lunch yet."
"Then, why you didn't wake me up?" Clover was confused while touching his left cheek with a visible red hand print.
"Seeing you, being exhausted physically and mentally. I let you rest more." Morgan didn't say anymore and walked to their campsite.
Clover then observes the changes in his body. Feeling his body vigor, he stood up and followed Morgan.
The cold wind breeze continued brushing against his robust bare naked body, but his expression was unfazed. He was already used to being naked, his shirt was already dirty enough and could only make him uncomfortable.
Though he still used his shorts, he was not wearing underwear anymore. Morgan suggests it since they don't have any spare to wear. Morgan decided to use leaves to cover their private parts, but that will come later.
Looking at the moon, which was much bigger than the previous one. The Cold wind brought by the night continued to drift throughout the forest, making leaves flutter from their mischievousness.
…..
Lying on the branch and leaning on the tree, Morgan, and Clover falls asleep, and as if they were not afraid to fall, they were so relaxed.
Clover who was already closing his eyes talked to God's Record.
'God's Record, I remember you announcing something before I faint. What was it?' Clover voiced out his mind. Though now, he controls his expression, afraid to be misunderstood by Morgan.
[Please check your current status, Host.]
[Congratulations by the way.] God's Record feminine voice was emotionless as ever. Though he expresses his praise to Clover, there's no sincerity mixed within.
'Sigh, open.'
[God's Record open.]
[Name: Clover Madison]
[Race: Mortal Human.]
[Cultivation phase/stage: Not commence.]
[Cultivation Method: None]
[Mastery: Throwing Basic.]
[Weapon: Flying knives.]
[Techniques: Five flying throw knife secret technique = deadly five fatal strikes.]
Clover whose eyes closed, only sees darkness and some slight small bright glow. But suddenly, Text after Text was floating amidst his perception.
Clover saw that he finally had skills and a self-created one at that. He was truly delighted and couldn't help but show a smug look on his face. But when he saw the name, he couldn't help but cringe.
Just what was he thinking that time to come up with such a cringe name?
Then he suddenly remembers the direction in which the knives were thrown. They were all fatal to human bodies; the eye, the throat, the heart, and the abdomen.
Thankfully, the trees that were pierced didn't fall. The tree was very thick anyway, and the flying knives were very thin, from the constant sharpening. The handle was only slightly thick.
But he did feel something when he collected the flying knives earlier. As if the flying knives were him, and he was a flying knife. As if they become one.
Seeing that a change transpired in Mastery, he immediately asked God's Record to show it.
[Mastery: Throwing Basic. – Comprehending the essence of what you throw, the host, acquired Basic Mastery in throwing.]
He reads the line of text in front of him. He suddenly made presumptions regarding the system in Mastery.
'I acquired the Throwing Novice, when I can precisely, accurately throw a target more than ten times in any distance.
And I acquired the Throwing Basic, when I feel that, I become one with what I throw. Fully comprehending the essence of what I throw was very difficult to achieve. So just imagine, how difficult to achieve the level beyond that.
Well, I guess I got lucky. Luck sure is very important, huh.'
He couldn't help but praises his luck, for comprehending a Basic Mastery was very difficult and was almost impossible to achieve.
Though there seems to be a problem.
'Shouldn't you give me a reward for having my first skills, system? And a self-created one, at that?' Clover was still skeptical regarding the rewarding system.
He was still expecting God's Record, to give him resources, since his backing on reaching Godhood was only her.
[…]
[I request for the host to wait for a mission to commence and get a reward after completing it.] God's Record didn't back off to Clover's nearly complained and made a counter.
Hearing the same reply, he wanted to continue pleading to God's Record and wanted to make an exception for him, when he suddenly recalled something.
'Sigh, how could I forget that once God's Record gives in to my persistent nagging, I would be more over-reliant on her? Then, where was my growth?'
Emptying his negative thoughts and peacefully enjoying the environment he was in, the slumber welcomed him.
….
The next day….
Morgan and Clover were exchanging blows but… It seems that Clover was the only one attacking while Morgan was dodging his attack.
Swish Swish….
Continuously swinging his flying knives, he couldn't hit Morgan at all. And seeing Morgan expressionlessly dodge every strike. He couldn't help but just wanted to throw his flying knife at him.
Though, only two flying knives were in both of his hands. The remaining knives were on his waist, and thus he couldn't help but wanted to test his new self-created skill and use it for Morgan, but he was afraid that this would kill him. Thus, he refrains thinking about it.
But now, dodging every slash, stab, and pierce he made, makes him nearly go mad. And when Morgan dodged, he sometimes tripped over his foot, causing him to fall. Morgan even made a mocking smile at him, while he was on the ground.
He was really furious now. Morgan, having a glimpsed of Clover's face turning scarlet red and veins pop out on his forehead. He provokes him more.
He wanted Clover to learn something through his anger. Who knows, maybe he could make his own technique in close combat.
Having a technique with your own idea was much more appropriate. If you learn on someone's created technique, then you could only use its power to eighty percent at most, since that person and you were vastly different.
It will only alter your understanding of yourself. It's kind of ironic that knowing someone much better, rather than yourself.
So, he was hoping for Clover to have his own style in fighting, for understanding yourself was also a very biggest advantage you can get.
As while he was dodging Clover's every attack albeit, he didn't feel delighted in the slightest. Clover suddenly stops and playfully smiles at him.
"Uhm, d-do you know Morgan, t-that I created a killing throwing Moves? Do you want to try it?"
Morgan wondered what nail hit Clover's head. Seeing Clover was mischievously smiling at him as if there was a cruel reason behind his smile.
He didn't react in any way, but he still felt foreboding danger. But he did not show it in his expression. Doing this could make Clover hesitant, and with this, he could avoid this foreboding danger.
"Hmm, if it is a killer move. Then tell me about it. You don't want me to die, do you?" Morgan solemnly said.